. . . Love is not love Which alters when it alternation finds, Or Bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

William Shakespeare, Excerpt, Sonnet CXVI

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